The cultivator who was struggling to support looked at the person who appeared in front of the gray dead energy at the same time.
When he saw the person coming, Yan Zhao said incredulously, "Di Ying?"
Looking at the looming figure in the death aura, Yan Zhao instantly understood the identity of the other party. It was the master of evil spirits who had been suppressed in the depths of the abyss by the ancestor Fan Yin.
None of the Primordial Saint Realm present were stupid, and soon understood the identity of the Demon Lord.
Headed by the Lord of the Holy Martial Palace, the ancestors of Yuansheng Realm Renxiu looked at the figure appearing in the dead air in disbelief. How can you not feel the terrifying power on the opponent
They originally thought that the Demon Lord was nothing to worry about, and that it was Fan Yin who needed to be feared, but they didn't expect the Demon Lord to be so powerful. The aura emanating from him is no worse than that of the Half-Step Immortal Realm, and it is even more dreadful because of the death aura that devours life.
The master of Shengwu Palace suddenly understood why she specifically mentioned the Demon Lord and Fanyin when they celebrated her promotion to the Yuansheng Realm that day, and even because they didn't take the Demon Lord seriously at that time, what was the look on her face? That's weird.
Compared to Fan Yin who dared not do anything in the lower realm easily, the Lord of Demons was the scariest.
But who knew that the demon master suppressed by Fan Yin would possess such terrifying power
"Di Ying, what are you doing?" Yan Zhao shouted in surprise and anger.
Seeing Di Ying appearing here, Yan Zhao instantly understood that the Lord of Demons would suddenly break through the seal and must have something to do with her. Otherwise, with the seal of Patriarch Fanyin, it would be impossible for the Lord of Demons to be born.
Looking at the dead air that had enveloped the depths of the entire Demon Abyss, Yan Zhao was heartbroken.
The demon lord was born and devoured a lot of vitality. I don't know how many demons were devoured by the death energy and turned into mummies.
Di Ying ignored the practitioners around her, and looked devoutly at the people standing in the air of death.
Yan Zhao finally couldn't bear it anymore and swung his palm over, and a dragon roared and rushed towards Di Ying.
However, Di Ying ignored it, and she maintained a respectful and kneeling posture. A water curtain appeared to block the dragon and dissolve it.
"Di Ying!"
The group of primordial holy demons couldn't bear it anymore.
In an instant, they understood why the demon master was here. It must be that when Patriarch Fanyin dealt with Wen Qiao earlier, Di Ying took advantage of his inattention to break the seal set by Patriarch Fanyin.
They were shocked and angry in their hearts, they wished to kill Di Ying, and hated Di Ying's wolf ambition even more. The ancestor was so tolerant to her and allowed her to recuperate in the Demon Palace as a human cultivator, but she repeated it again and again. To challenge the majesty of the ancestors, even these monsters were released.
"Di Ying, you dare to release such monsters while the ancestor has no time to be distracted. When the ancestor returns, he will definitely ask you for your crime!"
The demon clan who sternly demanded to be held accountable was suddenly knocked into the air by a water dragon that gathered tens of thousands of water spirits.
Di Ying stood up slowly, looked at the group of cultivators who were struggling with cold eyes, and said softly: "He is not a monster! He is Lord Yan Yi and the Lord of the Demon Race. He will lead the demons back to the demon world and become the master of the three worlds!"
"He's the Demon King?!" Hall Master Pangu exclaimed in horror.
Di Ying glanced contemptuously at the group of cultivators from the Yuan Sheng Realm who came to their door automatically, "Master Yan Yi is indeed the king of the demon world!"
These words are a disguised acknowledgment of the identity of the Lord of Demons.
The expressions of the group of cultivators changed drastically, their moods were unstable, and they almost couldn't suppress the spread of death.
The group of demons also looked at each other, but they were much more sensible, Yan Zhao said in a deep voice: "Di Ying, don't talk nonsense, the Lord of Demons is just a monster resurrected from the dead, neither human nor ghost nor demon, how can you Can you be the lord of the demon clan?"
Di Ying was not angry, she looked at the dead figure devoutly, and her voice resounded like water: "So, our mission is to bring Lord Yan Yi back to life."
"resurrection?"
"Yes, as long as there is enough vitality, Lord Yan Yi can be resurrected."
These words made the minds of some demons float.
Di Ying seemed to have noticed something, and smiled slowly.
She swept her eyes across the demons present, and said proudly: "This deity is Yingyin, the demon venerable Yingyin fifty thousand years ago, I think all the demons present should know this name!"
Sure enough, upon hearing this, some demons said in shock: "Yingyin? Are you the ancestor of Yingyin, one of the five demon lords back then?"
Di Ying looked at them arrogantly. Although she didn't answer, many demons already believed in her identity.
I can't blame Patriarch Fanyin for allowing an irrelevant person to enter the Demon Palace and being extremely tolerant towards her. If she is really Patriarch Yingyin, one of the five Demon Lords back then, all this would make sense.
The demons looked at the figure in the dead air again, and the gray dead air condensed around him, gradually forming a gray cocoon. Whenever the dead air and vitality entered his body at the same time, his aura became stronger .
Some demons couldn't help asking: "Patriarch Yingyin, how can I revive the Lord?"
Hearing this, the hearts of the group of Primordial Saint Realm Renxiu Patriarchs who were present fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.
Although they half-believed Di Ying's words, the aura of the Lord of Demons was undoubtedly powerful. If he was made to be so powerful that he could even destroy the Demon Sealing Heaven Realm, how many innocent people would die tragically.
"The fastest way is a live sacrifice!" Di Ying said loudly, "The best choice for a live sacrifice is a human cultivator. Among the three races, the human cultivators have a very strong vitality. It happens that there are many primordial saint realm cultivators here. If they are allowed to be devoured by death, Lord Yan Yi will definitely be able to return to his prime."
The faces of Pangu Palace Master and others became more and more ugly.
When all the demons were silent, Yan Zhao suddenly said: "Even if you are the ancestor of Yingyin? The ancestor of Yingyin has already fallen, and the current strong man of Moyuan is the ancestor of Fanyin. The ancestor absolutely does not agree with this. A monster that needs a living sacrifice to be resurrected!"
"Shut up!" Di Ying shouted coldly, her cold eyes locked on Yan Zhao, "Yan Zhao, don't forget who gave you your surname!"
Yan Zhao opened his mouth, his voice dry, "It's the Lord..."
"Yan Yi is the lord!" Di Ying said, "The lord gave your family the surname Yan with his own surname back then. I didn't expect that only 50,000 years have passed, and your Yan family would not recognize the lord!"
Yan Zhao subconsciously said: "I didn't deny the Lord, but the Lord has already fallen..."
"He will be resurrected!" Di Ying interrupted him, swearing.
When these words fell, except for Yan Zhao's pale face, the rest of the demon clan had already been shaken. After all, Patriarch Fanyin had been sitting in the depths of the demon abyss for so many years, and he kept telling them about Yan Yi, the lord who was 50,000 years ago. thing.
It is said that if it hadn't been for Yan Yi's sudden fall back then, the demon race in Fengmo Tianyu would have returned to the demon realm and made the demon realm the master of the three realms.
It's just that they didn't know that the demon master suppressed by Patriarch Fan Yin turned out to be the former Lord Yan Yi.
The Lord Pangu and others, who saw the turmoil of this group of demons, wanted to scold these stupid demons for actually believing Di Ying's nonsense. Could it be that this group of demons really wanted to use their cultivation to survive? Sacrifice to the Lord of Demons
Looking at the demon lord who was breathing out life and death in the dead air, as the breath on his body became stronger and stronger, they all secretly cried out in their hearts.
I don't know where the Patriarch Fan Yin and Wen Qiao went, and whether they can come back. Now, those two are the only ones who can stop all this. Of course, they were more worried about whether Patriarch Fanyin would be shaken, and wanted to revive the Demon Lord.
Just as they were burning with anxiety, a group of Primordial Saint Realm cultivators tore open the space and came over.
Finally, all the ancestors of the Yuansheng Realm in Fengmo Tianyu gathered here.
But when Palace Master Pangu and the others saw them, they became even more desperate. Just this few people were not enough for the Lord of Demons to devour, so what's the use
The ancestors who had just arrived at the Yuansheng Realm were also taken aback when they saw the situation above the Moyuan, and they lost their voices: "What is that?"
In the layers of gray mist, there was actually a huge gray cocoon, and there seemed to be a person in that gray cocoon, and that person's aura was very strong and evil.
"It's the Lord of Demons!" The Master of Shengwu Temple said with a sullen face, "Come and help us, we must not let this deadly spirit spread outward..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was attacked.
The person attacking the Lord of the Holy Martial Palace was a demon clan in the Yuansheng Realm. His eyes flickered, and he had obviously listened to Di Ying's words.
The master of Pangu hall was so angry that he jumped up, and hurriedly greeted his companions: "Be careful, don't let the death here spread again! Also, this group of demons want to sacrifice us, you must not be sacrificed... "
Hearing this, the cultivators who had just arrived at the Yuan Saint Realm rushed forward to protect their companions, and at the same time helped control the spread of death.
Seeing that the death energy was controlled again, Di Ying's eyes sharpened, and she flew up, attacking the group of primordial saints with tens of thousands of water.
A group of primordial sages finally couldn't help fighting, and the Mo Yuan was completely destroyed.
With the destruction of Mo Yuan, the entire Conferred Demon Heaven Territory was shaken, and in the end even the ancestors of the Ghost Cultivator in the Primordial Saint Realm were attracted here.
The nearby cultivators sensed the movement of Moyuan, and rushed over to check it out. When they saw that the formerly prosperous Moyuan had turned into ruins, they were all horrified.
What made them even more horrified was the gray death energy that soared into the sky from the depths of the Demon Abyss, which even the Yuan Saint Realm could not resist, and it was spreading outward.
Seeing this group of ghost cultivator ancestors appear, Palace Master Pangu hurriedly explained the situation to them, hoping to get their help. Even the ghost cultivators can't please the vitality.
The patriarch Guixiu's expression froze. After all, he didn't want to see the Fengmo Tianyu destroyed, so he decided to come to help.
Just as the ancestors of the ghost cultivators started their actions, suddenly the demon master wrapped in a gray cocoon let out a sharp whistling sound.
The sound waves vibrated out, and all the cultivators couldn't bear it anymore. They vomited blood one after another and flew upside down. At the same time, they were unable to suppress the death energy anymore, and the surging death energy suddenly spread outward, swallowing the sky and the earth.
Seeing that the death energy was about to spread to the entire Demon Abyss, devouring all the vitality of the Demon Abyss, two figures appeared from the void at the same time, blocking the spreading death energy.
When seeing those two people, the practitioners present were all pleasantly surprised.
"Patriarch Fanyin!"
"Miss Wen!"
Wen Qiao and Patriarch Fan Yin blocked the death energy at the same time, and forced the spreading death energy back.
The death energy that was forced back gathered in the gray cocoon deep in the devil's abyss, and the figure in the gray cocoon was faintly visible.
Seeing this familiar death, Wen Qiao's eyes flashed fierce. When the demon lord was born, she was helpless, but now her cultivation level is no longer the same, and it happened to be solved together.
Thinking about it, Wen Qiao yelled, abruptly raised her cultivation level by a small realm, and condensed a punch towards the dead figure.
"No!" Di Ying yelled with her pupils constricted.
The piercing punch that seemed to tear apart the space pierced through the thick dead air, and headed towards the gray cocoon in the dead air.
Seeing that the punch was about to break through the gray cocoon and land on the person in the gray cocoon, Fanyin suddenly flew away, unexpectedly blocking the punch.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Fanyin's lips, but he still stood in front of the dead air, looking directly at Wenqiao.
Wen Qiao looked at her expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Senior, I have nothing to say about you protecting Di Ying, but why is the Lord of Demons?"
Fan Yin said slowly: "Yan Yi is the lord of our demon clan..."
As soon as these words came out, the demons present were in an uproar. Even Yan Zhao, who had been unwilling to admit the identity of the demon master, couldn't help but look at Patriarch Fanyin. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say. .
Wen Qiao frowned, knowing that "Yan Yi" was the name of the Lord of Demons before he fell, and the Lord of Demons was just a title given to him by the world after he was born with the breath of death, with a bit of malice.
"Even though Yan Yi has already fallen, leaving only a shell, this deity cannot let people destroy Yan Yi's body." Fan Yin said seriously.
Fan Yin's meaning is very clear. Although she does not admit that the master of the demon is Yan Yi, she does not allow Yan Yi's body to be destroyed, so even if the corpse is revived from the dead and becomes the master of the demon, she can suppress it. but not destroyed.
Wen Qiao said coldly: "Then let's fight."
Seeing that she was about to make a move, Fan Yin gritted his teeth, knowing that Wen Qiao was forcing her.
With the current fighting power of the two of them, if they fight in the Demon Sealing Sky Territory, they will definitely destroy the Demon Sealing Sky Domain, suppressed by the law of space, and if they enter the chaos and void to fight like before, they will not be able to leave now...
At this time, Di Ying's voice sounded: "Fan Yin, catch her quickly! Wen Qiao has awakened the supernatural blood and has the strongest vitality. If she is sacrificed alive, Master Yan Yi will be able to resurrect smoothly and restore her previous memories! "
Fan Yin's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Di Ying suddenly.
Di Ying stood among a group of demons, looking excited.
Her cultivation has returned to Yuansheng Realm at some point, and her body is filled with demonic breath, obviously completely possessed by demons. Becoming a demon in person is not a good sign, but for the former demons, it is a good way to become demon, so Di Ying's situation at this time is much better than those demon cultivators.
"What you said is true?" Fan Yin asked hoarsely.
Di Ying nodded vigorously, and stared at Wen Qiao with ecstatic eyes: "I didn't lie to you, I know you also want Yan Yi to return! It's a real resurrection, not a monster that is neither human, nor ghost, nor demon!"
She knew Fanyin's heart knot, and she was unwilling to admit that the master of the demons who was resurrected by the soul reversal technique was Yan Yi, but what about Yan Yi who had recovered his previous memories
Fan Yin looked at Wen Qiao, and then at the demon lord who was wrapped in a cocoon of death, with a little more struggle in his expression.
"I… "
Wen Qiao looked at her coldly, clenched her fist again, and punched Di Ying unexpectedly.
Di Ying subconsciously wanted to hide, but she couldn't hide. After being hit by a punch, she flew upside down, and when she fell to the ground, a deep hole appeared on the ground.
After beating the man, Wen Qiao looked at Fan Yin with a little more sarcasm.
Fan Yin's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed Di Ying from the pit with his backhand. He found that she was not dead, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, put her aside, and continued to stare at Wen Qiao.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, no one dared to make a sound, only the wind formed by the dead air blew past.
Just when the two were at a stalemate, the dead air surged again.
The cultivators present were all startled, and they turned their heads suddenly to look, only to see that the demon lord, who was wrapped in the dead air into a silkworm, finally moved, and the dead air around him quickly gathered towards that person, and they didn't need to control it , the dead air no longer spread, but began to shrink.
As the dead energy crazily gathered towards the Demon Lord, the practitioners present also felt a terrible coercion rising step by step. Can't support it, let alone those low-level practitioners.
The faces of Wen Qiao and Fan Yin, who were closest to the dead air, finally changed.
Both of them felt the threat of the death energy to them. With their current cultivation base, the lower realm is already invincible. This was originally impossible, but now...
Finally, the dead energy was completely absorbed by the person wrapped in the gray cocoon, and Mo Yuan, who was shrouded in the dead energy, regained clarity.
All the cultivators present were immobilized by the terrifying coercion, and the only ones who could stand were Wen Qiao and Fan Yin, but they also looked awe-inspiring under the threat from instinct.
At the same time, they looked at the person who came out of the gray cocoon that was slowly dissipating.
When she saw the man's face clearly, Wen Qiao was taken aback for a moment.
Fanyin was full of surprise, couldn't help but took a step forward, and called out: "Yan Yi..."
As soon as the words were finished, she found that the other party looked at her with strange and cold eyes, blocking all her excitement.
Fanyin stood there stiffly, and could only watch the man pass her, the black robe slipped across the ground, and disappeared from her sight.
Wen Qiao looked at the person walking towards her, and the expression on her face gradually became relaxed.
Gray eyes, black hair, black robe... and that very familiar face, this is...
"Mr. Ning?" The Master of the Holy Martial Palace looked at the person who came out of the gray cocoon in disbelief, but when he saw the cold gray pupils without any emotion, he had an intuition that it was not Ning Yuzhou.
But this face was too similar to Ning Yuzhou's.
Everyone who had seen Ning Yuzhou was shocked.
Palace Master Pangu's scalp was numb, and he had a terrible guess in his heart. Could it be that the genius Ning Yuzhou is the Lord of Demons? Otherwise, why do the two look so similar
Di Ying, who had just regained her sanity, couldn't help but said, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is Master Yan Yi!" She had a bad premonition in her heart, and she always felt that she seemed to have overlooked something.
At this time, the Lord of Demons had already come to Wen Qiao.
Those gray pupils looked at her without any emotion, and slowly reached out to her.
Wen Qiao stood there in a daze, unable to react for a while, when the hand was touching her face, a space crack suddenly appeared behind her, a person came out from the space crack, grabbed her waist, and hugged her into the into an embrace.
Also avoid the hand.